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[door opens]
[wind howls, leaves rustle]
[owl hooting]
[door closes]
[door opens]
[seabirds calling, buoy bell rings]
[door closes]
[ominous tone]
[vehicle approaching]
[car door opens]
[woman] Hello? Hello!
-Hello? -[car door slams]
I'm returning a rental.
Is there anyone here?
[knocks on door]
Anyone!
-Hello? -[car door opens]
Oh, come on!
All-night service, my ass.
[phone line rings]
[woman, on phone] You've reached Sunset Rentals.
Your call is important to us
and we will be with your shortly.
[rock music plays over phone]
Fuck this shit.
[leather seat squeaks]
[music stops]
[ominous music playing]
[dramatic music playing]
[turn signal clicking]
[vehicles passing, traffic ambience]
[loud thud]
[breathing softly]
[gasps and coughs]
[sniffles]
[vehicles passing, traffic ambience continues]
[pounds on boot lid]
Hello?
Ah! Hello? I'm in the back!
[ominous music playing]
[kicking]
[rapid traffic passing nearby]
Help!
[breathing heavily]
[cell phone vibrating]
[crying softly]
[vibrating stops]
[sniffling]
[gasps softly]
[breathing heavily]
[panting]
[phone line ringing]
[male operator] 911 emergency, please state the nature of--
-I'm trapped in a trunk. -All right.
-Please, help me. -Calm down please, ma'am.
Did you lock yourself in?
No, no. I've been taken, as in kidnapped.
All right, but you have your phone with you?
How else could I be calling you?
Okay, ma'am, okay.
I'm gonna ask you to please stay calm.
I am calm.
And it's miss.
Please, help me.
We're trying our best.
Meanwhile, what else can you tell me?
Do you know what kind of a car it is?
A sedan, I guess. I don't know.
And the colour?
I can't tell. It's dark.
A dark sedan.
No, as in dark on the inside.
Is that supposed to be a joke, ma'am?
On the 911 call?
What? No, no! I'm not joking!
I'm sorry, I'm just scared!
Do you know the man who took you?
Have you seen him before?
[sobbing] No.
I didn't even see him now.
Okay.
And what is your name, ma'am?
Amanda, Miss Amanda Jennings.
Are you still there?
Okay, so far your track shows you
somewhere north of Houston, non-specific.
We should go over the confined-in-trunk checklist.
-There's a checklist? -For everything, ma'am.
First, check if there's
an emergency trunk release in the car.
A what?
All newer vehicles have them.
It should be a small phosphorescent plastic handle
with a clearly marked "exit" symbol.
I don't see it, no.
It should be on the lid somewhere.
No, it's not here.
Uh, maybe he took it out?
-Yeah. -Try pressing firmly upwards
with your hands or feet on the trunk lid.
I already fucking did this!
I'm gonna encourage you to just take
a few deep breaths, please.
[Amanda inhales and exhales deeply]
Good.
You're under a lot of stress,
but we're doing all we can to get you out.
All police in your area have been notified.
They're all looking for you, Amanda, all right?
Okay. Thank you.
So we should start working on your profile.
Where were you when the abduction took place?
-Houston. -All right.
Perhaps a little more specific?
Uh, a car rental place. Sunset-something, I don't know.
Somewhere downtown.
All right, and where did you come from today?
Dallas. I'm from Dallas.
Uh-huh.
And when will you be going back?
I won't.
As in...?
Never. I'm not going back, okay?
Understood. And what about the car?
What about it?
Shouldn't it be returned to Dallas?
No, it's a one-way rental.
You pay a fee and then you can drop it off wherever.
Oh, I see. Clever.
Yeah, I guess so.
Have you received threats of any kind lately, Amanda?
Anyone who might wish you harm?
No, I... No.
What else can you tell me about yourself?
About myself?
I'm the girl in the trunk, remember?
Amanda, I'm just looking for the big picture here.
[softly] The big picture.
I work in a bank, always have. Management track.
I live alone. Have friends, but not many.
I love sushi and long walks on the beach.
Big enough?
It'll do.
But let me just clear something up.
You're saying you left Dallas today
with no intention of going back, ever.
Does anyone know where you are?
No.
Could you describe your clothing for me, please?
My clothing?
Your clothing.
What are you wearing, Amanda?
What am I wearing?
Is this a fucking dating hotline?
It's for your profile.
A dress. A white goddamn wedding dress.
A wedding dress?
Amanda...
are you running away from something?
What the fuck is this?
You must be the worst goddamn 911 operator in the world!
Well, how many have you actually talked to?
Fuck you, I want to talk to your supervisor, now!
I'm sorry, Amanda.
It's just me.
You're not really...
a 911 operator, are you?
Well, I guess that depends on the definition.
You did call 911,
and I am definitely operating the line.
On the other hand, anyone with root access
to someone's phone and a laptop
could technically be a 911 operator.
How are you feeling, Amanda?
My head hurts like a motherfucker.
That would be the chloroform.
It'll pass in about an hour or two.
Who are you?
And what do you want from me?
What? Are you worried that I'll chop you into pieces
and put you in the freezer?
Or lock you up in my basement for the next 20 years?
I'd be worried about that too.
So, ma'am...
what's in Dallas that you so badly want to get away from?
It's miss.
[phone chimes off]
[sighs]
[inhales sharply]
[cries]
[exhales softly]
[suspenseful music playing]
[breathing heavily]
[grunts]
[suspenseful music playing]
[grunts]
[fabric ripping]
[gasps]
[yells]
[breathing heavily]
[strains and screams]
Help!
[tyres screech]
[breathing heavily]
[tyres squeal]
[gravel crunching under tyres]
[tyres screech]
[panting]
[car door opens]
[footsteps approaching]
What are you doing?
Give me that.
[strains and grunts]
[Amanda breathing heavily]
Oh, look at this.
Why would you go and do that, Amanda?
[car horn honks]
Now you'd better stay put now.
And quiet, you got it?
[car door opens]
-You all right there, friend? -Sure!
Sure, just a little bit of...
[man] Car trouble? Y'all need a hand?
[kidnapper] Nah, I'm all right. Thanks.
It's all good. Oh, actually, you know what?
You wouldn't happen to have a rope or something?
This damn thing won't close right.
Hang on.
[kidnapper] Thanks, buddy.
Quietly.
Will this do?
[kidnapper] Perfectly.
All right, let's see...
[ratcheting]
There we go.
How much do I owe you?
Oh, nothing.
[kidnapper] No, no, I insist.
Why don't you hang on a minute.
[footsteps]
[car door opens]
[whimpers]
[man] Hey, partner.
You got something whacking around in there.
[kidnapper] That's nothing. Don't worry about it.
[thudding]
Sure don't sound like nothing.
You run something over?
[kidnapper, chuckles] Yeah.
Yeah, something.
-[thudding on boot lid] -[gasps]
[man] It ain't right keeping an animal trapped like that.
[kidnapper] Amen to that.
[man] You ought to make sure them road kills
be good and dead before loading them up.
Give them a good whacking, you know?
[kidnapper] Thanks. That's a good suggestion.
I might do just that.
[man] Y'all need some help?
I got a good ol' shiny crowbar back here.
[kidnapper] No, thanks. I'll manage.
Well, it's a free country.
No! no! Please, don't leave!
That's not an animal!
[kidnapper] I think you're right.
Please help me!
[man] What in God's name is all this?
-No, no! -[blow lands]
[man coughs and groans]
[kidnapper] You sure did it now, Amanda.
[car door closes, engine starts]
[eerie music playing]
-[engine revs] -[Amanda] No!
-[loud thud] -[screams]
[crash, glass shatters]
-[man coughs] -[gear stick shifts]
[engine revs]
[gear stick shifts]
[engine revs]
No! No! Please! No, no!
No, please! Don't!
[man screams]
[wistful music playing]
[dramatic music playing]
[vehicle driving, traffic ambience]
[gravel crunching under tyres]
-[tyres squeal] -[thud]
[gear stick shifts]
[breathing heavily]
[car door closes]
[car door opens and closes]
Please, don't kill me!
[kidnapper] Are you all right there, Amanda?
I apologise for the rough ride.
We had to move quick, and I didn't feel like
getting back on the interstate just then.
[Amanda breathing heavily]
It's okay, I understand if you're pissed.
But I feel we should probably talk about
what happened back there.
'Cause I didn't want that.
Not at all.
Contrary to what you might reasonably believe...
I'm not really a violent man, honestly.
You made that necessary.
Okay?
Do you understand that?
It's...
you know, consequence.
That's the word I'm looking for.
Amanda?
All right, let's-- Let's not talk about it, then.
Bygones be bygones and all that.
And I understand, you had to try, right?
No hard feelings.
Fuck you!
[kidnapper] Yeah, thanks, but no thanks.
Let's just be friends, okay?
Why don't we try something more conversational?
You see, I'm really dying to know
what the hell the deal is with that dress.
Who rents a car and drives around dressed up like that?
What do you say? Between friends?
You're not my friend.
[kidnapper] How about a trade, then?
You tell me in return for something.
What? You're gonna let me out?
[kidnapper] Uh, no.
[Amanda] Well, then you have nothing I want.
[kidnapper] You know, that's not entirely true
if you think about it.
Nothing comes to mind.
No?
How about the code for that phone of yours?
Okay.
-Tell me. -[kidnapper] Now, dear,
that's not how this works.
The story first.
Of course.
[kidnapper] Ah, yes. Trust.
It's a dead end, then.
Well, I digress anyway.
Where was I?
Consequences, blah, blah...
[kidnapper] Thank you. Yes, consequence.
Or causality, you might say.
The fact that action leads to reaction.
A consequence.
You leave the water running, your house gets flooded.
You use your birth year as a password on your phone,
and someone might guess, right?
Or maybe you drop a plate on the kitchen floor
and your father locks you in the basement
with the lights out.
Right?
-Right? -Right.
[kidnapper] Or maybe
you scream and holler after you've been told to shut up...
and someone gets killed.
Or how about,
you're a crazy psycho who kidnaps someone
and then spends the next 40 years
getting his face fucked in federal prison?
[kidnapper] That's exactly what I mean.
You get it.
Well, how about this last one?
You damage someone's car for no damn reason,
and with no consideration at all
of how expensive a trunk lock is to replace...
What? You want to punish me for the fucking car?
[kidnapper] Punishment. Yes.
[Amanda gasps and whimpers]
Pure manifestation of consequence.
The price you pay, so to speak.
But also a deterrent from further transgressions, right?
[breathing heavily]
What do you want to do to me?
[kidnapper] Oh!
Oh, I see what you're thinking.
Penetration.
Any woman's worst nightmare.
I don't know why, really. I should think
there'd be plenty worse things that could happen.
But then again, I'm no woman.
As I was saying, I don't really know
if I'd have the stomach for that sort of thing.
But I did bring a friend who generally likes nothing better.
Hang on.
[Amanda breathing heavily]
[eerie music playing]
Okay, here we are.
It'll be just a moment.
He's a little shy. Come on.
[soft tapping]
[legs scratching]
[gasps]
He's a striped bark scorpion.
[Amanda] Oh, shit!
[kidnapper] Endemic to our great state of Texas here.
Fuck! Please, just get him out of here.
Don't worry too much, though.
The sting is only occasionally fatal,
unless, of course, you have an allergic reaction.
In which case, medical assistance gets important.
Very painful, though, in any case.
Something about neurotoxins
that can cause paraesthesia and muscle spasms.
You have to love Wikipedia, right?
Apparently they're also social critters.
I'm not entirely sure what that entails,
but I'll leave the two of you to find out.
What do you want? My story about the dress?
[kidnapper] Well, yeah. If you want to share.
Okay. Yes, I do. I do. I ran.
I ran from my own wedding. I ran, okay?
-[kidnapper] You ran? -[Amanda] Yeah.
I was there with all the guests
and the music and the gifts and the fucking dress!
And I just realized that none of it was for me.
It was all for my dad and his friends! So I just ran.
You couldn't have just not gotten married?
[Amanda] No!
[kidnapper] Why the drama and the one-way rental?
Too late when you're already cutting the cake!
And you don't understand my father.
I could've never faced him.
So I just snapped!
I ran out, got into a car and started driving.
That's why the one-way rental. That's the story!
[kidnapper] Why, thank you so much, Amanda.
That was very enlightening.
Okay, now just get this silverback scorpion out of here!
[kidnapper, laughing] Striped bark, not silverback.
A silverback would be a male gorilla.
I would've noticed a large ape in the trunk of the car.
Although, come to think of it, I suppose--
Whatever!
Just get him out of here!
[kidnapper] Oh, I'm sorry. That wasn't the deal.
The scorpion is for the car.
You two have fun now.
[heavy breathing and whimpering]
No! Please don't leave!
[car door closes]
[Amanda hyperventilating]
[car door opens]
[car door closes]
[car engine starts]
[gear stick shifts]
[engine revs, car drives]
[gasps]
[eerie music playing]
[breathing heavily]
[intense music playing]
[sharp thud]
[moans]
[suspenseful music playing]
[phone line rings]
[kidnapper] 911 emergency, what is your--
-Fuck you! -Oh, it's you! How are you?
My friend isn't bugging you, I trust.
What the fuck was that, you sick bastard?
I thought I was pretty clear on that subject.
Nothing is clear about you.
What the fuck did I ever do to you?
You mean, besides damaging this vehicle
for no good reason at all.
Yeah, besides that.
Oh, well, I suppose it's only natural
that you'd think this is all about you.
Oh. It's not about me?
Hmm.
Well, let me tell you a story.
[laughs] Oh, God!
Once upon a time there was this little--
-Seriously? -Amanda!
Once upon a time there was a little family.
Mom, and Dad, and even a little kid.
But of course, a little family needs a little house.
So Mom and Dad went to the bank,
who were just the nicest people and helped them with that.
They just had to sign a bunch of papers,
and then the little family had a house,
and everything was just peachy.
But then, one day Mom got sick,
and she had to go to the hospital.
And for reasons too convoluted to comprehend,
her medical insurance wouldn't pay.
And Dad had to spend all his time
haggling with fucking lawyers
and agents and officials on the phone.
So, eventually, he lost his job.
Of course, Mom ended up dying anyway.
And there, right at the very end of our story,
is when the bank swooped back in.
All those papers Mom and Dad had signed,
turns out they basically said,
"Don't worry. If your life falls apart,
we'll come for the pieces."
You feel you got bad counselling?
[laughs] Oh, counselling!
Amanda, you gotta love that word.
You buy a used car from the guy down the street,
you don't call him a counsellor.
But in banks,
the salesmen are trained to act like your friend
while they peddle their bullshit.
Anyway, Mom was dead, Dad had gone to pieces,
and the kid was growing up, so he left home.
And Dad suddenly had lots of time on his hands
to not have a family, not have a home,
not have a job or a cent to his name.
Happily ever after.
The end.
I'm sorry. But how is that my fault?
I don't even do counselling!
It's not, of course.
I just thought it was an interesting story.
So, what is it you want?
Money?
You think my daddy's gonna pay you to let me out?
Is that really so inconceivable?
We'll see, I'm sure.
The night is young.
But you'll be wanting that code now, I imagine.
-What? -The pin.
That was the deal, wasn't it? The code for the story.
Although, I gotta say, the delivery could've used some--
Of course I want it. Give it to me.
All right. Do you have something to write it down?
[laughing] Of course you don't.
You think you can remember?
-Yes, I think I can remember. -You sure?
You only have a limited amount of tries
on those things, you know. I mean, we can wait.
-I'll remember. -All right, then.
You ready?
Ready!
Okay.
So, the code is
one.
-You got that? -Got it. One.
Followed by two.
-Two! -Mm-hmm.
[coughs] Oh, excuse me.
[kidnapper clears throat]
And then it's three.
And four! You got that?
[suspenseful music playing]
[phone line rings]
Hello. This is Stephen Jennings.
Hello, Daddy?
I'm not available at the moment.
Please do not leave a message.
[chime]
[vibrates]
[gasps] Daddy?
[Stephen, on phone] Amanda? Is that you?
[sobbing] Yeah.
Hi, Daddy.
Where the hell are you? Do you know what time it is?
No, I don't. I'm in big fucking trouble!
[crying]
You better believe that you are.
I had to send the guests home.
Nobody knew where the hell you were.
It's a big fucking mess now.
And Johnny's family, you know how they get.
I swear that mother-in-law of yours
was glowing in the dark, she was that fucking pissed.
I'm trapped in a car!
A car?
What car?
I don't know. I'm in the trunk.
What, you lock yourself in or something?
No, someone took me.
Someone what?
Are you saying you were kidnapped?
Yeah.
-By who? -I don't know. I didn't see him.
He must have drugged me or something.
He didn't do nothing to you, did he?
-No. -'Cause if he did,
I swear to Christ, I'm gonna rip--
-No, it's not like that. -Okay, all right.
Okay, did you call the cops?
-No, I can't. I tried, but-- -Good, don't.
This sort of thing we gotta deal with ourselves.
You understand?
-Mm-hmm. -Where are you now?
I don't know. I think somewhere near Houston.
How the hell did that happen?
How did you manage to get kidnapped
from your own wedding, anyway?
There must have been a hundred people there.
Maybe the fact that nobody was paying attention to me helped.
Well, so, what happened?
I went outside to get some air alone.
And the next thing I know, I'm waking up in a trunk
with a big fucking headache!
-In Houston? -Yeah.
And that's all?
Mm-hmm.
Damn it, Manda, you know I can tell
when you're lying to me.
I'm not!
Sure you are.
I can always tell. Always.
You didn't go outside to get some air, did you?
You're smoking again!
Yeah, Daddy.
I was smoking, I'm sorry.
You shouldn't lie to me.
You're right, but can we please talk about this later?
Yeah, okay.
All right, then.
And you are in the trunk?
What car is it?
I don't know.
Well, what does it look like?
I can't tell! I'm in the trunk!
Right, shit.
Shit!
-When I get that little creep-- -Daddy, please focus!
But he didn't hurt you?
No, not as such.
As such?
He didn't.
Well, do you know what he wants?
Money, maybe. I think money.
So you talked to him.
Yeah, on the phone.
But you didn't see him?
I already told you!
Damn it, Manda! I need to know who this is.
I need to know who's messing with me.
Who's messing with you?
-Well, you know what I mean. -Yeah, I know.
Please, don't do this.
-Do what? -Make this about you.
Manda, you know who I am!
My daughter's been kidnapped for ransom.
How is this not about me?
By me being the one in the fucking trunk!
How much money did he want?
Why? So you can decide whether it's a good deal or not?
No. Because I need to know what sort of a man I--
we-- are dealing with.
If he wants 10 grand, he's an imbecile.
If he wants a 100 million, he's a lunatic.
-You see my point? -He didn't say.
-And you didn't ask? -No, I didn't ask.
Look, Manda...
You know what? Fuck this!
I'm gonna find out exactly how much he wants.
[intense music swelling]
[no audio]
[vibrating]
[kidnapper] So... Manda.
I guess you're still Daddy's girl after all, huh?
How do you...
Were you listening?
Have you seen a Texas highway at night?
What else would I be doing?
I love the way you skirted that whole running-away business.
So he was right. This is about him after all.
Is that why you gave the code? To make me call him?
Why don't you just man up
and call him yourself?
-'Cause I like talking to you. -Is that right?
You lock everybody up you want to talk to?
Yeah, I'm a people person that way.
[sniffles]
He wants to know how much money you want.
I heard.
So, how much?
Oh, I hadn't thought about that.
Somewhere between "imbecile" and "lunatic," I guess.
Are you kidding me?
What kind of kidnapper are you?
Just tell him to bring whatever he thinks you're worth.
I won't quibble.
There's a Park & Ride out by the 105 intersection
in Plantersville.
He can meet us there.
All right.
And tell him to bring the money in a black duffle bag.
Non-sequential bills.
Non-sequential bills?
Is that a line from some movie?
No.
But Plantersville, got it?
Okay.
Who are you?
I mean, really.
Daddy told you to find out my name?
No.
I mean, you know he did.
But that's not it.
It doesn't seem like you do this for a living.
Nah. With the economy and all,
the kidnapping business really ain't what it used to be.
Just...
Who are you?
That would be a mite easy, don't you think?
Me just telling you like that. You really want that?
Yeah.
I'll tell you what.
We've got a long drive ahead here.
We gotta stay awake.
Why don't we make a game of it?
I'll give you 10 questions to figure it out.
I promise to answer truthfully, okay?
Let's say you've got until sunrise.
If you get it right, I'll let you go.
Sound good?
And if I don't?
What happens at sunrise?
Well, we're in Texas, Manda.
There's no air conditioning in the back.
It's like those dogs left in parked cars, right?
When the sun comes up, Manda, you die.
You've got nine questions left.
What? That wasn't a question!
What kind of game is that?
Well, Manda, the answer to that
That wasn't a real question either.
[phone chimes]
[phone line rings]
[Stephen] Yeah?
-Okay, so I spoke to him again. -Good.
Did you find anything out? Who he is, what he looks like?
It's not like we're face-to-face.
What?
Wait, Daddy, wait.
What is it?
Manda, don't put the phone down.
Manda, what are you-- Manda!
Shit!
Manda, what's going on?
I spoke to him again about the money.
Yeah? So how much does he want?
Well, that's the thing. He...
What? He what?
He wants $100,000, Daddy. Can you get that?
[sighs] Yeah, I guess.
Okay, but you gotta hurry. We only have till sunrise.
He wants to meet in a place called Plantersville.
Do you know it?
He wants to meet there at the Park & Ride.
Plantersville? That's gonna be tight.
Can we get more time?
[Amanda] Yes!
Manda?
No, we can't get more time.
Well, can you try?
Hang on, Daddy.
Stop doing that!
-Manda, are you there? -What the hell?
Manda! Do I even have your full attention?
-Okay, Daddy? -Yes?
Listen to me.
I'm gonna send you something, and when you get it,
I need you to reply to me with, um...
the name of our first dog, okay?
What the hell are you talking about?
[phone beeps off]
[sighs]
[phone vibrates]
[chuckles]
[sighs]
[dramatic music playing]
-[thud] -[clicks and crackles]
[cell phone vibrates]
Daddy?
What time is it?
[man, on phone] It's about 4:00, Fruit Loops.
John...
I'm sorry, I must've dozed off.
It's so good to hear your voice.
How are...
I mean, how are you?
I'm okay. I mean, I'm not hurt.
Good. I am...
you know, worried.
-Did you talk to my dad? -Sure.
I still don't understand it, though, how it could happen,
with all the guests and everything.
It must have been two or three hours
before anyone even started looking for you seriously.
That's what I figured.
But I guess you were long gone by then.
[sighs] Did you get the picture? The one of the guy?
Sure. How the hell did you get that?
Long story. But does he look familiar?
Not really. I woke up some of the guys,
and they are trying to put together a facial search.
-You can do that? -We can do a lot, sure, but...
it's not the best image.
Profiles are tricky.
I don't suppose you got a frontal?
It's not like I got him to pose for me.
It would really help if we could narrow our search some.
Stephen said you spoke to the guy?
-Yeah. -Jesus.
How much did you talk?
We had a nice, long chat.
-He say anything? -Shutting him up is the trick.
Anything we can use?
I don't know.
He might have been a customer at the bank.
What? Stephen's bank? First Capital?
We can get those records.
Or it might have been bullshit. I don't know.
How about an accent? Can you hear where he's from?
Not really. He sounds like he could be from anywhere.
And he likes using big words like "penetration."
-What? -No, no, not like that!
It's just that he likes the sound of his own voice.
But Jesus.
Can you even breathe in there or move?
I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I should've never--
John!
If you... when you get back,
I'm never letting you out of my sight again!
I'm sorry, Fruit Loops.
It's okay. It' s okay I'll be all right.
Sorry.
Listen, John.
I really need to get his name.
That's really important, his name.
Sure, I'll get it.
Good.
Thank you.
I gotta go now, okay?
Go where?
I just...
I'll talk to you soon, okay?
Sure!
Fruit Loops?
Yeah?
I love you.
Love you too.
[phone line rings]
[kidnapper] Hello, Fruit Loops.
How are you?
Just peachy.
Oh, you thought I was gonna ask you back
and waste one of my questions.
I had to try. You understand.
You're an asshole.
I know!
Nice trick with the pipe. I didn't see that one coming.
So, John...
Sounds like a nice guy.
He is.
He's gonna search for my face?
He a Navy SEAL or something? Working for the NSA?
Credit assessment, actually. Just downstairs from me.
Well, he sounds like a real keeper.
If girls are dumping that kind of quality at the altar,
I'm not sure what'll become of the rest of us.
There's always kidnapping.
[kidnapper laughs]
So I think I would like to use some of my questions now.
Oh, awesome! Let's play.
-First... -Yeah?
...I would like to know what kind of car this is.
Really?
Most people start with,
"where do you live" or something.
Really?
Okay, sure. It's a sedan.
Wow.
What do you want from me?
I just drive them. It's a sedan.
Medium size, white-ish.
Logo looks Chinese or something.
Eight questions left.
Nine.
Excuse me?
I haven't asked you anything yet.
I said, "I would like to know." That's on you.
[kidnapper sighs]
Not bad.
You are by far the funniest I've had.
Fair enough, then.
Nine.
Okay.
-I would like to know-- -No!
I think you'll want to ask this time.
Right.
So, where do you live?
[laughs] Ooh! Now we're getting somewhere!
I live in Houston, Texas. Outskirts.
And where did you work before you lost your job?
Sunset Rental. Only job I ever had.
My rental company? The one where I got the car from?
The very same.
How did you kidnap me?
In the basement, after you brought back the car.
Drugged you with chloroform on a cloth,
then dragged you into the trunk.
But the basement has private access.
You'd still have to be working for the company to get in.
-Is that a question? -No, hang on.
You said you lost your job,
and that's why you needed the money.
Because you lost everything.
Mm-hmm.
You promised you would tell the truth.
Sure. When we started the game.
I said that other stuff before that.
Five questions.
So...
Your wife, your kids, your house, that was all a lie?
Uh, I prefer to call it a parable.
I felt that it conveyed truth, you know?
I prefer to call it bullshit!
That's between you and the bulls.
Four questions left.
So...
So, you didn't know who...
Why me?
Honestly?
The dress.
Who the hell brings back a rental car
in their wedding whites, and alone?
I just had to know, you know?
And also, you're pretty short. I don't do tall people.
It's just not practical with a modern-sized trunk.
So, um...
Are we even going to Plantersville?
No, Manda. I don't think so.
[police siren wailing distantly]
Oh, hell!
-[tyres crunching gravel] -[turn signal clicking]
[police siren nearing]
[gear stick shifts]
[kidnapper] You keep quiet back there.
I'm not kidding!
I'm not laughing.
[kidnapper] I'm serious, Amanda.
You already have one life on your conscience.
[sound of gun racking]
You hear me?
[female officer] Open up, please.
[power window whirs down]
Turn off the engine, please, sir.
[car engine turns off]
[kidnapper] Sure. What seems to be the problem?
[female officer] You have a broken taillight.
[kidnapper] Oh, really? That happens in real life?
[female officer] Sure does. License and registration?
[kidnapper] Yep, there you go.
[female officer] Actually...
Your whole tailgate looks like you might have run over a deer,
ass first.
[kidnapper] Yeah.
Yeah, I think it might have been more like a moose.
[officer, laughing] Right.
The old Texan moose. Big problem this time of year.
[kidnapper] Yep.
[female officer] And where you going this evening, sir?
[kidnapper] I'm just headed up to Whitehall.
[female officer] Good, that's right around the corner.
I can probably let you go with a warning.
[kidnapper] Thank you.
[officer] But you'll need to fix that light before moving on.
[kidnapper] Sure thing. That was my plan anyway.
[female officer] Good.
[female officer] This seems okay, sir.
I just need you to pop the trunk for me,
and you'll be on your merry way.
[kidnapper] Uh, is that strictly necessary?
I... I just barely got it latched down back there.
This thing is damn near falling to pieces.
[female officer] Nah, all right. Just procedure, anyway.
[kidnapper] Thank you.
[female officer] Hey, you know,
I grew out my tail feathers around these parts.
-[kidnapper] Oh, really? -[female officer] Yeah!
Real country girl, I am.
[kidnapper] Oh, you don't say.
[female officer] Anyway, I'm just wondering
if we might know some of the same people.
Are your folks up in Whitehall? Living there, I mean?
[kidnapper] No. No, they aren't.
[female officer] Oh.
I'm-- I'm sorry.
You mean they aren't living...
in Whitehall?
I thought maybe they were, you know?
That I'd screwed the pooch. I can be an idiot like that.
[kidnapper] Yeah, yeah.
[officer] Anyway, I'm sure you've got places to be and all.
Have a nice evening now and drive safe, all right?
[kidnapper] Will do. Thank you very much, ma'am.
[phone vibrating]
[grunts]
[breathing heavily]
[female officer] Someone there?
[car door opens]
Stay in the car, cowboy! Back!
Keeps your hands where I can see them!
[thudding on boot lid]
[breathing heavily]
[thudding]
[whispering] I'm sorry.
[gunshots]
[car engine starts]
[tyres squeal]
[dramatic music playing]
[crying]
[cell phone vibrating]
Daddy? I don't think I'm gonna make it.
[Stephen] Are you listening?
Are you listening, you son of a bitch?
-What? -I know who you are.
You bastard!
I have no idea what you think you're doing,
but I'm here to give you fair warning, you hear me?
Daddy, I don't think he can hear you!
Nobody, and I mean nobody comes after me like this!
You hurt my daughter, and I swear to God
that you will pay!
-Daddy? -I got your money here!
If I don't get back what's mine, unharmed,
there'll be nowhere to hide.
Do you hear me?
I will find you, Mr. Bell--
What? Daddy!
-Do you have his name? -Yeah.
-And if he so much-- -Daddy, say the name!
-It wasn't that hard to find! -Dad, just say the name!
Bellerose. Michael Bellerose!
I'm coming for you, Manda! Just sit tight.
[tyres squeal]
[engine turns off]
[car door opens]
[footsteps approaching]
[boot lid creaks and slams]
[feet grinding gravel]
[kidnapper] You should see the stars out here.
The sun will be up soon, they'll all be gone.
But right now...
they're pretty damn beautiful.
I saw them.
[kidnapper] You know that thing they say
about the night being darkest just before dawn?
What about it?
[kidnapper] It's horseshit, of course.
The night is obviously darkest right in the middle of it.
But still, these stars are pretty damn beautiful.
You know what? I think we might be in real trouble here.
This usually goes a lot smoother.
Who the hell gets stopped for a broken taillight in real life?
You've done this a lot of times, haven't you?
[kidnapper] Is that a question?
No.
[kidnapper] Anyway, you've got two left.
It's nearly dawn, so we got to start thinking about
wrapping this up.
[sniffles]
Oh, don't cry now.
All good things have got to come to an end, you know?
-I'm not crying. -[kidnapper] Good.
So, what do you want to know?
Your job.
What exactly do you do at the rental company?
-[kidnapper] What I do? -Yeah.
[kidnapper] Okay. Okay, then. I drive.
That's really all I do.
When people bring in a car
that's been rented somewhere else,
like Houston, in your case,
you pay a one-way fee, and basically I'm the guy
whose time is valued at exactly little enough to be the one
who takes it all the fucking way back
and then catch a Greyhound home.
Long days, I can tell you.
-Yeah, that's what I thought. -[kidnapper] What?
You guessed that, did you?
No, but I figured it was something like that.
[kidnapper] You've got one question left.
No, I don't want it.
[kidnapper] Seriously?
You're not gonna ask about my reasons, motives and such?
No.
I'm sorry, I'm sure you had a whole speech prepared.
But...
I already know who you are...
Michael Bellerose.
[kidnapper] I see.
And the "why"?
Well, let me tell you a story.
-[kidnapper] Really? -Really.
Once upon a time,
there was this perfect little family.
A husband and a wife, and a kid and all of that.
But you weren't the husband.
You were the kid.
The kid whose mother died, whose father gave up on him.
But no, Daddy didn't leave you because he was an asshole.
He left because of the rich people.
People who can afford pretty dresses
and one-way rentals.
This is not about the money for you.
Or my father.
Or even me.
You're just an angry, lonely man...
who takes it out on innocent people
on long, boring rides.
It's actually kind of tragic.
Except...
you're still a murderer!
[sniffles]
[exhales softly]
I got it right, didn't I?
[kidnapper] That's pretty spot-on, actually.
And great delivery too.
I would've let you go, honestly. I am a man of my word.
"Would've"?
Except you got my name wrong.
-Your name? -[kidnapper] Michael Bellerose.
That's what you get if you just look for my headshot
on the company website.
I'm a little disappointed, actually.
You really thought I was that stupid?
I mean, it's not much of a cover if you use your real name.
How could I have known that?
[kidnapper] You couldn't, that's the idea.
So I never had a chance?
[kidnapper] I never said your odds were great.
Also, you might have shown a little more respect for my dad.
-Come on! -He got screwed pretty bad.
It wasn't all his fault.
Got Daddy issues? Get in line!
[kidnapper] Anyway, it was a wonderfully close call.
And I still get the chance to introduce you
to another friend of mine.
I have really been looking forward to this.
-[gasps] -[hissing]
I guess this is probably goodbye, then.
It's been a real pleasure, truly.
[rattling]
What? Nothing?
After all this time?
Go to hell.
[kidnapper] Right.
Well, enjoy now.
[rhythmic thudding]
[rattling]
[helicopter propellers thrumming]
[hissing]
What the hell?
[Stephen] Remain in your car!
This is your only warning!
[kidnapper] Wow, Manda! Who the hell did you call?
-That would be my daddy. -[kidnapper] Isn't he a banker?
He owns the bank! Who the fuck did you think you kidnapped?
[kidnapper] Oh, we're definitely in trouble now!
Yeah!
[boot lid creaking]
[Stephen] Keep off the gas or you will be sorry!
[helicopter flying]
[ominous music playing]
[car door opens]
Morning, sir!
Please.
Do make yourself at home.
-[car door closes] -Go to hell.
[chuckles]
You must be Daddy.
I hear the resemblance.
Where's my daughter, you son of a bitch?
Oh, have no fear, she's very...
She's very near.
-Manda! -Yeah?
Are you unharmed?
I'm okay.
All right, partner.
I'm gonna tell you how this is gonna go.
-Are you listening? -Absolutely.
And, might I add, barely containing my curiosity
as to how this is gonna go.
This is $100,000.
Why, thank you!
Looking good?
[kidnapper] Very.
[Stephen] Good.
I hope you enjoyed it...
'cause you're not getting at it.
I'm not sure what to say.
[Amanda] Daddy, just give him the money!
Stay out of this, Manda.
Daddy, just fucking do it! He's all about deals!
-[gun cocks] -I really am.
Yeah, but there is no deal.
Don't test me. I won't hesitate.
Speaking of deals,
I have something that might interest you.
Take a look...
[Amanda screams]
[Stephen] Jesus!
[Amanda] Daddy, why did you do that?
Well, the bastard had it coming.
What is this?
[Amanda] Just let me out of here, please.
What the hell?
[Amanda] Daddy?
Daddy?
Where are you?
[nearby footsteps]
[inhales sharply]
[Stephen] I guess I'm curious here, Manda.
Did you really not think I would find out?
Are you kidding? You really want to get into this now.
[Stephen] Why? This not convenient for you?
Daddy, there's a fucking snake somewhere in here!
[Stephen] The thing is this.
I know I haven't always been around
after your mother died, you know, and later.
But it's not like I haven't always provided for you, right?
Did you ever want for anything?
-No. -[Stephen] No.
So why the hell would you go and do something like that?
I don't know.
[Stephen] Do you know how much I spent on that wedding?
And who was there?
And John is a good guy, decent family.
Do you know how devastated he is?
-You might never get him back. -Goddamn it!
Are you even listening to yourself?
Maybe you should marry him!
[Stephen] Don't fucking talk back to me!
Your whole goddamn life, nothing was ever denied you.
And this is the thanks I get.
Running away like a fucking teenager.
I've got half a mind to leave you in that trunk!
So do it.
Get back in your fucking helicopter
and leave me here to rot.
Because you're right.
I was thrilled to be born with a silver spoon up my ass!
It was awesome!
I've never worked for anyone but you,
and I just love how that makes everyone assume
I didn't deserve what I got.
And now I just have to pop out a couple of kids
to secure the future of the empire, isn't that right?
[Stephen] Are you done?
Good, 'cause here's what you're gonna do.
You'll call John and say you're sorry.
You'll call him and say whatever you need to say
-to make this right. -[Amanda] Daddy!
[Stephen] You hear me?
Daddy, he's moving!
[Stephen] Then, and only then
[Amanda] Daddy, he's alive!
-[engine starts] -[Stephen] What the...?
[gasps]
[dramatic music playing]
[gasps softly]
[tyres squeal]
-[thud] -Ah!
[breathing heavily]
[helicopter propellers beating]
-[loud crash] -[gasps]
[tyres screech]
[helicopter flying]
Just stop!
Stop the fucking car!
[loud thud]
Ah!
[tyres screech]
[engine sputtering]
[breathing heavily]
[beeps]
[phone line rings]
-[John] This is John. -Hey, John, it's me.
Just kidding! I can't talk right now.
But please leave a message and I'll get right back to you.
-[voicemail beeps] -Fuck you, John!
You usually have the phone glued to your head,
and now you don't pick up?
[inhales deeply and sighs]
Listen, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry, I really am.
-[cell phone beeps] -I'm sorry for lying to you,
and I'm sorry for leaving you at the wedding, and...
I'm sorry. I'm just sorry for all of it.
You deserve so much better, and I apologise.
I do, yeah?
-So, um... -[cell phone beeps]
That's really all I wanted to say.
Yeah?
Great. Then, um...
Yeah, bye, then.
You know what? Scratch all that. I'm not sorry.
I hate that you had to get all caught up in my issues.
Yeah, it's a raw deal to be left at your wedding,
but come on, you'll live.
Which is more than I can say.
And you are a great guy.
And you deserve a wonderful girl, it just ain't me.
And I wish I would've figured this out sooner, I really do.
But it is what it is, so, um...
I gotta go.
[laughs]
[suspenseful music playing]
[breathing heavily]
-[tyres screech] -Ah!
[loud crash]
[glass shattering]
[gentle music playing]
[sniffles]
[whimpers]
[gasps]
Fuck.
[sighs]
[dramatic music playing]
[gasps]
[breathing heavily]
-[snake rattling] -[gasps]
Shit.
[eerie music playing]
[gasps]
[whimpers]
[snake rattling]
[groans]
[yelping]
Ah!
[boot lid creaking]
Ah!
[screams]
[coughing]
[dramatic music playing]
[foliage snaps]
[menacing music playing]
[gun cocks]
[gun clicking empty]
[laughs]
[gasps]
What?
Get in.
You've got to be fucking--
Move it.
Come on, Amanda.
Please!
Fruit Loops, this isn't fair.
Amanda, let me out!
Manda!
[snake rattling]
You don't want to go back to John anyway.
Come on!
Manda!
In case you forgot, there's a snake in here.
Come on!
[heroic music playing]
Manda!
Manda.
Daddy.
Hi.
You're alive.
You too.
Looking for a ride?
-May I? -Sure.
Nice dress.
So I'm told.
I left him back there, the guy.
[officer] He loose?
No.
How about we leave him for backup?
You okay, ma'am?
Never been better.
And it's miss.
Gotcha.
[adventurous music playing]
[dramatic music playing]